A/N: Woohoo! Here's a glimpse of my newest creation. :) This one features boatloads (hah, I made a terrible pun that you guys won't understand until later) more Winchester presence than the last few stories. Cheerio!


The waves swamped forward, propelling me one last time towards the beach before I crashed down into the sand, heaving for breath and ignoring the grit that was sucked into my mouth as I did. Beside me, Finn was still completely limp. I scrabbled at his shoulders with numb fingers, too exhausted to do anything more than drag him forward a few more inches out of the water. "Finn?" I pleaded, my voice cracking weakly. Nothing. "Finn, say something." I pleaded with him further, but he was silent. Silent and still.

Finally I rolled onto my side, struggling for several long minutes just to get my phone out of my pocket and then to open the plastic baggie it was stored inside. The shivers that wracked me didn't help, and neither did the cold crests of waves that broke over our feet and seeped up around our chests before receding again. Rinse and repeat.

Except this wasn't a shampoo commercial. This was real life, and I was terrified. "Finn," I pleaded one last time. "Wake up." He didn't.

By the time the bag in my numb hands finally tore open, and I wanted to celebrate, but my head felt all funny and spinney even though I was lying on the ground. I shook it once, but that just made the problem worse. The water washed up my calves and then thighs and then to my chest. It was horridly cold, and I shivered again, holding my phone above it all.

The cold water did shock the world into becoming clear again, though, so I took advantage of the temporary clarity to fumble weakly at the buttons. Number one, number one, numberonenumberonenumberone, I intoned dully to myself, watching as the buttons fuzzed and blurred in and out of my vision. I pressed number one and then the dial button, and miraculously the phone made the call. My arms became too tired to hold even my small cellphone up, so I dropped them to my chest and rested the phone against my neck.

It rang three times and that was it, but for some reason that was funny to me. I couldn't fathom why, but somewhere in my sluggish mind, it was friggin' hilarious.

A few seconds later, I realized that there was a comforting buzz on the other end, and I had to think about what I was even supposed to be doing. The buzz came again, this time more insistent, and I gradually remembered. "Dean," I whimpered into the phone. "Dean, help." I wanted to say more, to let him know where I was, but I couldn't. I couldn't because suddenly I didn't know anymore, and all I wanted to do was close my eyes. So I did.

And blackness came, taking away the pain in my body and the coldness around me.